Chapter 485
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The two men in the study looked at each other. Mr. Simon's attention was so focused on the outside that he ignored a key point. His housekeeper met his eyes this time and didn't avoid it.
This was unimaginable before. The housekeeper never dared to face his eyes. Only when he asked the other party to do so with the command of "look at my eyes", the two would have a short look at each other.
Looking at each other, two people with different identity classes will be regarded as a provocation of the lower class to the upper class. This statement does not exist or exists in places such as the federation or gavra, but it will not be so direct.
But in this place of nagariel, it is terrible.
Some people use "class is a wall" to describe the estrangement between different classes in developed countries. If class is a "wall" in the Federation, then class is the whole eastern ocean in Nagar.
Everyone abides by and regulates his behavior to conform to his class characteristics. No one dares to surpass it, because the cost of surpassing it is unaffordable to ordinary people.
This time, it was crossed silently.
This time, without Mr. Simon's order, the housekeeper looked into his eyes, which was very abnormal, but it was covered up by more abnormal environmental changes.
"Yes, sir, there are many locals outside. They seem to want to steal something. I've asked the gardener to guard the gate."
Mr. Simon was a little relieved when he heard this. He used an arrogant tone to ease his tension at this time. It's like someone who would say some funny jokes to ease his mood in the face of thorny problems, although it's useless.
"Do they just want to steal something?"
"Humble natives..."
"If someone comes near here, drive them away. If they don't go, give them some change. I don't want them to dirty my lawn!"
With an incomprehensible, very shallow smile on his face, the housekeeper lowered his head. He no longer looked at the "master" he had served for half his life. "I know what to do. What else can you tell me?"
"What else can I do for you?", which drew Mr. Simon's attention from the outside world. "I said, I'm thirsty. Do you need me to repeat it?"
His temper burst a little inexplicably, but he soon pulled it back, "well, that's all. Go and do something. Don't stand here!"
While making small moves to drive the housekeeper to do things quickly, he couldn't help but pick up the receiver and put it in his ear. It was quiet like the embarrassing second half of an affair. It ended without a sound.
"Damn it!" he hit the receiver heavily on the base.
At this time, the little owner of the room is chatting with a person who does not belong to the house. He is not tall, but he gives people a very special feeling. If he has to describe it, he is like a light, which makes people feel good easily.
"Your time is running out. I'm not forcing you to do anything, I'm just saying a truth to you."
"If you notice what is happening outside, you will understand that the storm has formed. Just when I came here, another rich community has been looted, and many foreigners..."
He shook his head and didn't go on, but everyone knew what he meant, which also made the young man and the housekeeper close.
"These foreigners die when they die, but you know, their wealth, property, houses or factories will be taken away by the mayor or provincial governor, depending on how much money they have."
"I can't guarantee that those people won't come here, and you should see that there are more and more people outside. Once someone takes the lead...", the young man's expression looks very serious, "the situation will become very bad immediately."
The young man was still thinking about something, but the housekeeper asked a question first, "but even if our young master did these things, it seems that he can't stop the storm outside?"
The housekeeper is well-informed, has good psychological tolerance and responds quickly and accurately to emergencies.
If it is said that just changing a "master" can avoid this risk, it seems to be of little value for them to do it or not.
And even if they didn't obey the young man's request, even if someone rushed in and killed Mr. Simon, the housekeeper didn't think the young master would lose his inheritance.
After all, everyone knows that he is Mr. Simon's son!
Like a light, the young man smiled, "no, you don't understand. Not only foreigners, but those who have relations with foreigners will be involved. Everything has been out of control."
"The most important thing is that if you do that, we will protect you. If you don't do that, we won't do anything."
The boy made a noise at this time, "is this a threat?"
The young man shook his head, "no, it's sincerity, sincerity of cooperation. I'm sorry I won't elaborate. In short, if Mr. Simon doesn't die, you don't have the right to inherit. These things are still the property of foreigners."
"And we will not protect the property of foreigners, because these belong to us, but they have been taken away by some despicable means."
"As for what the housekeeper said..." the young man shook his head. "No one knows what will happen in the chaos. Even some people who are promoting these things will deliberately do something. Who knows?"
The young man's expression gradually became more and more solemn. He continued with the young man's words, "if you kill an heir and make a large sum of money an inheritance without a master, local officials have more reason to turn them into their own things."
He said and asked a question, "what happened to those policemen?"
In fact, when there were some riots outside, the teenagers had gone out to see it. The police who had been on duty outside the community disappeared. Not only here, it seems that the police of the whole city have disappeared.
This is not an isolated thing. In his chat with the young man, he found that the situation has been out of control since a rich man who knows who killed a maid. There are obvious artificial traces in the whole thing. Maybe some things are like this... What the young man said.
So this is his last question, whose side the police are on.
The young man shook his head, "at least not on our side, so we should protect ourselves. If you can complete our agreement, you are our partner and we will provide protection for you."
The young man stood up, holding a tray of tea. "Thank you very much for giving me a chance. I also want to give that person a chance. Fate should be fair!"
It was like he was persuading himself or proving something. He walked towards the study with a tray. At first, his steps were hesitant and hesitant, but the more he walked, the more stable and powerful his steps were, and he also made a decision.
The knock on the door made Mr. Simon nervous for a moment, "who's where?"
He raised his shotgun and pulled the hammer with his thumb. As long as there was something wrong with the people outside, he would pull the trigger immediately.
His morality and values prevent him from trampling on the law like the local people, but he is still determined to pull the trigger for those who illegally invade his room.
"It's me. I'll deliver the water, father."
The familiar voice outside the door made Mr. Simon feel cordial for the first time, "come in..."
He put down his gun.
The boy was allowed to enter the room, which was actually a very strange experience for him. He glanced at Mr. Simon secretly. The latter had no terrible ruling power in the past. At this time, he was like an old lion with dying teeth, which was no longer terrible.
The young man put the tray on the tea table, took out the contents and poured a glass of water for Mr. Simon.
Mr. Simon took a sip from his glass and felt better. He asked casually, "what's going on outside?"
"It's very dangerous. It's said that some rich areas have been looted, and those rich families have also been attacked. They may all be dead."
His tone sounded neither heavy nor relaxed. It was completely different from the previous submissive time. This change was very subtle, and Mr. Simon didn't notice it.
"Is it so serious..." Mr. Simon was a little distracted. He knew that the matter was very serious, but he didn't know that it was so serious.
The next second he suddenly grabbed the phone, but there was still nothing quiet, which made him more uneasy. He stood up, walked back and forth, and said something in his mouth.
The boy glanced at the shotgun on the sofa, and his attention soon returned to Mr. Simon. He whispered, "father, let's go while the chaos hasn't spread to us."
"Go?", Mr. Simon stopped abruptly. He looked at the boy with a strange look. "Where are you going?"
The young man said with some expectation, "wherever you go, the federal interference here is becoming stronger and stronger. Have you heard that the guy named Lynch lives in the governor's home now, and even the governor has to accommodate him. You and others can't compete with him."
"You used to tell me that the place you came to is so beautiful and peaceful. Maybe we can live there..." his eyes have a vision that others can't understand. This is something that only happens in his fantasy. In addition, there is a secret.
In his dream, he replaced the child in the photo and became Mr. Simon's favorite son. He wanted to replace the brother!
I don't know why. Mr. Simon's mood suddenly changed. He looked at the boy, "we're not going anywhere. We're here. We won't leave the country." he paused. "I've quenched my thirst. You can leave here."
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The two men in the study looked at each other. Mr. Simon's attention was so focused on the outside that he ignored a key point. His housekeeper met his eyes this time and didn't avoid it.
This was unimaginable before. The housekeeper never dared to face his eyes. Only when he asked the other party to do so with the command of "look at my eyes", the two would have a short look at each other.
Looking at each other, two people with different identity classes will be regarded as a provocation of the lower class to the upper class. This statement does not exist or exists in places such as the federation or gavra, but it will not be so direct.
But in this place of nagariel, it is terrible.
Some people use "class is a wall" to describe the estrangement between different classes in developed countries. If class is a "wall" in the Federation, then class is the whole eastern ocean in Nagar.
Everyone abides by and regulates his behavior to conform to his class characteristics. No one dares to surpass it, because the cost of surpassing it is unaffordable to ordinary people.
This time, it was crossed silently.
This time, without Mr. Simon's order, the housekeeper looked into his eyes, which was very abnormal, but it was covered up by more abnormal environmental changes.
"Yes, sir, there are many locals outside. They seem to want to steal something. I've asked the gardener to guard the gate."
Mr. Simon was a little relieved when he heard this. He used an arrogant tone to ease his tension at this time. It's like someone who would say some funny jokes to ease his mood in the face of thorny problems, although it's useless.
"Do they just want to steal something?"
"Humble natives..."
"If someone comes near here, drive them away. If they don't go, give them some change. I don't want them to dirty my lawn!"
With an incomprehensible, very shallow smile on his face, the housekeeper lowered his head. He no longer looked at the "master" he had served for half his life. "I know what to do. What else can you tell me?"
"What else can I do for you?", which drew Mr. Simon's attention from the outside world. "I said, I'm thirsty. Do you need me to repeat it?"
His temper burst a little inexplicably, but he soon pulled it back, "well, that's all. Go and do something. Don't stand here!"
While making small moves to drive the housekeeper to do things quickly, he couldn't help but pick up the receiver and put it in his ear. It was quiet like the embarrassing second half of an affair. It ended without a sound.
"Damn it!" he hit the receiver heavily on the base.
At this time, the little owner of the room is chatting with a person who does not belong to the house. He is not tall, but he gives people a very special feeling. If he has to describe it, he is like a light, which makes people feel good easily.
"Your time is running out. I'm not forcing you to do anything, I'm just saying a truth to you."
"If you notice what is happening outside, you will understand that the storm has formed. Just when I came here, another rich community has been looted, and many foreigners..."
He shook his head and didn't go on, but everyone knew what he meant, which also made the young man and the housekeeper close.
"These foreigners die when they die, but you know, their wealth, property, houses or factories will be taken away by the mayor or provincial governor, depending on how much money they have."
"I can't guarantee that those people won't come here, and you should see that there are more and more people outside. Once someone takes the lead...", the young man's expression looks very serious, "the situation will become very bad immediately."
The young man was still thinking about something, but the housekeeper asked a question first, "but even if our young master did these things, it seems that he can't stop the storm outside?"
The housekeeper is well-informed, has good psychological tolerance and responds quickly and accurately to emergencies.
If it is said that just changing a "master" can avoid this risk, it seems to be of little value for them to do it or not.
And even if they didn't obey the young man's request, even if someone rushed in and killed Mr. Simon, the housekeeper didn't think the young master would lose his inheritance.
After all, everyone knows that he is Mr. Simon's son!
Like a light, the young man smiled, "no, you don't understand. Not only foreigners, but those who have relations with foreigners will be involved. Everything has been out of control."
"The most important thing is that if you do that, we will protect you. If you don't do that, we won't do anything."
The boy made a noise at this time, "is this a threat?"
The young man shook his head, "no, it's sincerity, sincerity of cooperation. I'm sorry I won't elaborate. In short, if Mr. Simon doesn't die, you don't have the right to inherit. These things are still the property of foreigners."
"And we will not protect the property of foreigners, because these belong to us, but they have been taken away by some despicable means."
"As for what the housekeeper said..." the young man shook his head. "No one knows what will happen in the chaos. Even some people who are promoting these things will deliberately do something. Who knows?"
The young man's expression gradually became more and more solemn. He continued with the young man's words, "if you kill an heir and make a large sum of money an inheritance without a master, local officials have more reason to turn them into their own things."
He said and asked a question, "what happened to those policemen?"
In fact, when there were some riots outside, the teenagers had gone out to see it. The police who had been on duty outside the community disappeared. Not only here, it seems that the police of the whole city have disappeared.
This is not an isolated thing. In his chat with the young man, he found that the situation has been out of control since a rich man who knows who killed a maid. There are obvious artificial traces in the whole thing. Maybe some things are like this... What the young man said.
So this is his last question, whose side the police are on.
The young man shook his head, "at least not on our side, so we should protect ourselves. If you can complete our agreement, you are our partner and we will provide protection for you."
The young man stood up, holding a tray of tea. "Thank you very much for giving me a chance. I also want to give that person a chance. Fate should be fair!"
It was like he was persuading himself or proving something. He walked towards the study with a tray. At first, his steps were hesitant and hesitant, but the more he walked, the more stable and powerful his steps were, and he also made a decision.
The knock on the door made Mr. Simon nervous for a moment, "who's where?"
He raised his shotgun and pulled the hammer with his thumb. As long as there was something wrong with the people outside, he would pull the trigger immediately.
His morality and values prevent him from trampling on the law like the local people, but he is still determined to pull the trigger for those who illegally invade his room.
"It's me. I'll deliver the water, father."
The familiar voice outside the door made Mr. Simon feel cordial for the first time, "come in..."
He put down his gun.
The boy was allowed to enter the room, which was actually a very strange experience for him. He glanced at Mr. Simon secretly. The latter had no terrible ruling power in the past. At this time, he was like an old lion with dying teeth, which was no longer terrible.
The young man put the tray on the tea table, took out the contents and poured a glass of water for Mr. Simon.
Mr. Simon took a sip from his glass and felt better. He asked casually, "what's going on outside?"
"It's very dangerous. It's said that some rich areas have been looted, and those rich families have also been attacked. They may all be dead."
His tone sounded neither heavy nor relaxed. It was completely different from the previous submissive time. This change was very subtle, and Mr. Simon didn't notice it.
"Is it so serious..." Mr. Simon was a little distracted. He knew that the matter was very serious, but he didn't know that it was so serious.
The next second he suddenly grabbed the phone, but there was still nothing quiet, which made him more uneasy. He stood up, walked back and forth, and said something in his mouth.
The boy glanced at the shotgun on the sofa, and his attention soon returned to Mr. Simon. He whispered, "father, let's go while the chaos hasn't spread to us."
"Go?", Mr. Simon stopped abruptly. He looked at the boy with a strange look. "Where are you going?"
The young man said with some expectation, "wherever you go, the federal interference here is becoming stronger and stronger. Have you heard that the guy named Lynch lives in the governor's home now, and even the governor has to accommodate him. You and others can't compete with him."
"You used to tell me that the place you came to is so beautiful and peaceful. Maybe we can live there..." his eyes have a vision that others can't understand. This is something that only happens in his fantasy. In addition, there is a secret.
In his dream, he replaced the child in the photo and became Mr. Simon's favorite son. He wanted to replace the brother!
I don't know why. Mr. Simon's mood suddenly changed. He looked at the boy, "we're not going anywhere. We're here. We won't leave the country." he paused. "I've quenched my thirst. You can leave here."
The two men in the study looked at each other. Mr. Simon's attention was so focused on the outside that he ignored a key point. His housekeeper met his eyes this time and didn't avoid it.This was unimaginable before. The housekeeper never dared to face his eyes. Only when he asked the other party to do so with the command of "look at my eyes", the two would have a short look at each other.Looking at each other, two people with different identity classes will be regarded as a provocation of the lower class to the upper class. This statement does not exist or exists in places such as the federation or gavra, but it will not be so direct.But in this place of nagariel, it is terrible.Some people use "class is a wall" to describe the estrangement between different classes in developed countries. If class is a "wall" in the Federation, then class is the whole eastern ocean in Nagar.Everyone abides by and regulates his behavior to conform to his class characteristics. No one dares to surpass it, because the cost of surpassing it is unaffordable to ordinary people.This time, it was crossed silently.This time, without Mr. Simon's order, the housekeeper looked into his eyes, which was very abnormal, but it was covered up by more abnormal environmental changes."Yes, sir, there are many locals outside. They seem to want to steal something. I've asked the gardener to guard the gate."Mr. Simon was a little relieved when he heard this. He used an arrogant tone to ease his tension at this time. It's like someone who would say some funny jokes to ease his mood in the face of thorny problems, although it's useless."Do they just want to steal something?""Humble natives...""If someone comes near here, drive them away. If they don't go, give them some change. I don't want them to dirty my lawn!"With an incomprehensible, very shallow smile on his face, the housekeeper lowered his head. He no longer looked at the "master" he had served for half his life. "I know what to do. What else can you tell me?""What else can I do for you?", which drew Mr. Simon's attention from the outside world. "I said, I'm thirsty. Do you need me to repeat it?"His temper burst a little inexplicably, but he soon pulled it back, "well, that's all. Go and do something. Don't stand here!"While making small moves to drive the housekeeper to do things quickly, he couldn't help but pick up the receiver and put it in his ear. It was quiet like the embarrassing second half of an affair. It ended without a sound."Damn it!" he hit the receiver heavily on the base.At this time, the little owner of the room is chatting with a person who does not belong to the house. He is not tall, but he gives people a very special feeling. If he has to describe it, he is like a light, which makes people feel good easily."Your time is running out. I'm not forcing you to do anything, I'm just saying a truth to you.""If you notice what is happening outside, you will understand that the storm has formed. Just when I came here, another rich community has been looted, and many foreigners..."He shook his head and didn't go on, but everyone knew what he meant, which also made the young man and the housekeeper close."These foreigners die when they die, but you know, their wealth, property, houses or factories will be taken away by the mayor or provincial governor, depending on how much money they have.""I can't guarantee that those people won't come here, and you should see that there are more and more people outside. Once someone takes the lead...", the young man's expression looks very serious, "the situation will become very bad immediately."The young man was still thinking about something, but the housekeeper asked a question first, "but even if our young master did these things, it seems that he can't stop the storm outside?"The housekeeper is well-informed, has good psychological tolerance and responds quickly and accurately to emergencies.If it is said that just changing a "master" can avoid this risk, it seems to be of little value for them to do it or not.And even if they didn't obey the young man's request, even if someone rushed in and killed Mr. Simon, the housekeeper didn't think the young master would lose his inheritance.After all, everyone knows that he is Mr. Simon's son!Like a light, the young man smiled, "no, you don't understand. Not only foreigners, but those who have relations with foreigners will be involved. Everything has been out of control.""The most important thing is that if you do that, we will protect you. If you don't do that, we won't do anything."The boy made a noise at this time, "is this a threat?"The young man shook his head, "no, it's sincerity, sincerity of cooperation. I'm sorry I won't elaborate. In short, if Mr. Simon doesn't die, you don't have the right to inherit. These things are still the property of foreigners.""And we will not protect the property of foreigners, because these belong to us, but they have been taken away by some despicable means.""As for what the housekeeper said..." the young man shook his head. "No one knows what will happen in the chaos. Even some people who are promoting these things will deliberately do something. Who knows?"The young man's expression gradually became more and more solemn. He continued with the young man's words, "if you kill an heir and make a large sum of money an inheritance without a master, local officials have more reason to turn them into their own things."He said and asked a question, "what happened to those policemen?"In fact, when there were some riots outside, the teenagers had gone out to see it. The police who had been on duty outside the community disappeared. Not only here, it seems that the police of the whole city have disappeared.This is not an isolated thing. In his chat with the young man, he found that the situation has been out of control since a rich man who knows who killed a maid. There are obvious artificial traces in the whole thing. Maybe some things are like this... What the young man said.So this is his last question, whose side the police are on.The young man shook his head, "at least not on our side, so we should protect ourselves. If you can complete our agreement, you are our partner and we will provide protection for you."The young man stood up, holding a tray of tea. "Thank you very much for giving me a chance. I also want to give that person a chance. Fate should be fair!"It was like he was persuading himself or proving something. He walked towards the study with a tray. At first, his steps were hesitant and hesitant, but the more he walked, the more stable and powerful his steps were, and he also made a decision.The knock on the door made Mr. Simon nervous for a moment, "who's where?"He raised his shotgun and pulled the hammer with his thumb. As long as there was something wrong with the people outside, he would pull the trigger immediately.His morality and values prevent him from trampling on the law like the local people, but he is still determined to pull the trigger for those who illegally invade his room."It's me. I'll deliver the water, father."The familiar voice outside the door made Mr. Simon feel cordial for the first time, "come in..."He put down his gun.The boy was allowed to enter the room, which was actually a very strange experience for him. He glanced at Mr. Simon secretly. The latter had no terrible ruling power in the past. At this time, he was like an old lion with dying teeth, which was no longer terrible.The young man put the tray on the tea table, took out the contents and poured a glass of water for Mr. Simon.Mr. Simon took a sip from his glass and felt better. He asked casually, "what's going on outside?""It's very dangerous. It's said that some rich areas have been looted, and those rich families have also been attacked. They may all be dead."His tone sounded neither heavy nor relaxed. It was completely different from the previous submissive time. This change was very subtle, and Mr. Simon didn't notice it."Is it so serious..." Mr. Simon was a little distracted. He knew that the matter was very serious, but he didn't know that it was so serious.The next second he suddenly grabbed the phone, but there was still nothing quiet, which made him more uneasy. He stood up, walked back and forth, and said something in his mouth.The boy glanced at the shotgun on the sofa, and his attention soon returned to Mr. Simon. He whispered, "father, let's go while the chaos hasn't spread to us.""Go?", Mr. Simon stopped abruptly. He looked at the boy with a strange look. "Where are you going?"The young man said with some expectation, "wherever you go, the federal interference here is becoming stronger and stronger. Have you heard that the guy named Lynch lives in the governor's home now, and even the governor has to accommodate him. You and others can't compete with him.""You used to tell me that the place you came to is so beautiful and peaceful. Maybe we can live there..." his eyes have a vision that others can't understand. This is something that only happens in his fantasy. In addition, there is a secret.In his dream, he replaced the child in the photo and became Mr. Simon's favorite son. He wanted to replace the brother!I don't know why. Mr. Simon's mood suddenly changed. He looked at the boy, "we're not going anywhere. We're here. We won't leave the country." he paused. "I've quenched my thirst. You can leave here."
